Long Awaited, yet Never Imagined
I won’t say anything other than it has been a while, probably no one is still reading.
There are moments when perspective changes and the world changes in some way. I saw the place where I live very differently tonight. Not my house or yard, Golden Spike is a picturesque place for certain. But the town of Spruce Grove finally found some beauty in my eyes.
I was on my way home from picking up milk, just around dusk. The lights had come on in the streets but it was still very bright. The combination of the lights and signs, with light blue and pink sky was striking. And the fields are starting to peak through the snow. The yellow wheat stocks in the white snow, along side street lights and colourful business signs. It was the details that caught me. It was the first time I had seen beauty in this highway town of box stores where I shop.
Long awaited yet never imagined is a line from my sermon today. I like it. It captures a sense of our waiting for something in life, something that can’t express. Spruce Grove was waiting for me to find its’ beauty, eventhough I wasn’t looking. Jesus waited for Martha and Mary to be allow themselves to he found in their grief, Lazarus in his tomb.
We spend a lot of time waiting unknowingly, and we are surprised by what finds us along the way. Jesus is ready wait in the details for us, even when we can imagine we are found there.
